Sex with the carpenter
The last month had been a nightmare – full of sleepless nights & sexual frustration. We had been married for less than a year now. I was 24 & my sexual appetite was only growing & every night we had had wild sex, always trying out new positions & techniques to heighten each others pleasure. However, all that had ended now. In the past one month he had come to Mumbai for only 2 days – two wonderful, lust filled days when we did not step out of the bed at all. Today, after speaking to him on the phone, i was horny like hell. We just had the most exciting session of phone sex & my pussy was crying for relief. My panties were already wet with my juices that were flowing in full force. If it had not been for the carpenter fixing the table in the other room i would have stripped off my panites & finger fucked myself to get my relief. As i got up to walk to the door, my swollen clit rubbed against my skirt, sending waves of pleasure through me. Unable to bear it any longer, i quickly opened the door to check on the carpenter. He was bending over the table, seeming deeply occuppied in his work. Maybe i had just enough time to pleasure myself before he finished. Quickly i shut the door, stripped off my panties & stuck two fingers into my dripping pussy. With my other hand i started rubbing my swollen clit. The hot conversation with my husband had left me almost on the verge & i began vigoriously pumping my pussy with my fingers. Oh it felt so good! Feeling the pleasure building up in me, i began whimpering quietly. Just then there was a knock on the door. The carpenter had finsihed his work! I wanted to tell him to wait but my orgasm hit me. I let out a moan of pleasure. Before i could stop it, he had opened the door and stood staring at me with his mouth open. Maybe he mistook my moan as an order to come in, maybe i didnt shut the door properly. Whatever be the case, he was there staring at me with my skirt around my hips, my eyes half closed in pleaure & my fingers pumping my own pussy as i fucked myself. Looking at him, i knew i must stop but the orgasm kept coming. Maybe his being there added to my pleasure. Looking at the increasing bulge in his pant, i knew he was enjoying it also. Before i knew what was happening, he moved away form the door, staright towards me. In no time his mouth had replaced my fingers & his tongue was quickly darting in & out, drinking all my juices as they flowed. With his rough hands, he pushed my skirt higher & held my hips firmly as he delved deeper inside me, fucking me with his tongue, increasing my pleasure. I was panting heavily. I knew what i was doing was wrong but there was no way i could control it. I had been without a man for so long & his tongue was so skillful that i was crying with sexual satisfaction. It was the biggest orgasm of my life lasting almost a minute. I was breathless & dazed. His mouth had moved away but his fingers still tickled the soft, tender flesh of my sex. Now that it was over, i was too embarassed to look at him. Quietly he held my face & made me look into his eyes. “What memsaab, why does a beautiful lady like you need to do this to herself? You only need to ask & a hundred lunds will stand to attention for you,” he said.” i was noticing that saheb is not here & that you must be feeling very lonely. I have been dying to fuck you but did not think you would agree.” His fingers were still playing with my snatch & the heady feeling made me forget all my inhibitions.” Are you telling the truth? Did you really want to fuck me?” His left hand quietly slipped under my blouse & began feeling under the elastic of my bra. ” Kya memsaab, what me, any man would be honoured to fuck a beautiful goddess like you.” His fingers were rough & as they swept over my soft flesh, i felt a zing of pleasure right down to my pussy. His words & his fingers were turning me on. The huge bulge in his pant was very inviting. His other hand also began playing with my breast, squeezing it hard over my shirt. The hand inside my shirt had found my nipple & was rolling it between his fingers making me moan with pleasure “Your husband is a stupid man to leave such a sexy woman alone for so long.” He whispered into my ear.” Dosent he know that other men are dying to take his place on your bed? That someone as beautiful as you needs to be constantly satisfied else she will find others to fulfill her?” By now my pussy had become wet again. Both his hands were under my shirt, squeezing & pulling. My nipples were like little marbles, growing under his hands. His fingers & rough words were making me hot and horny. My eyes closed & i let out a little moan. Raju (his name was Raju) covered my breast with his mouth & began sucking me through the various layers of clothes.Unable to bear it any further i pulled off my top, baring my breasts to him. I was wearing a white lacy bra that was completely see-through. For a minute he just stared. My 36C size is eye catching even under layers of clothing, but in that white lacy bra it was a sight to behold. He pulled down my bra straps & exposed my breasts.Like a starving man, he began sucking & pulling at them. “These are so beautiful. All soft as silk & covered with honey” Taking my right hand, he pressed it onto his bulge. It was so big! Much bigger than my husband’s. I began running my hand along the length of his erection, taking in the size & width of it. It was almost 9 inches long & 3 inches wide. Just touching it made my pussy muscles clench. I wanted to fuck this rough, coarse carpenter! His dick was throbbing. I unnzipped his pant, pulling out his tool. I ran my finger over the top of his tool & felt a drop of precum on my finger. This excited me even further and i began pumping him with my hand. He drew a sharp breath & bit hard on my nipple. I gave a small yelp. It had hurt but also heightened my pleasure. “Madamji, i am going to fuck you now.